Yes…some days are like that…even if you live in a warm climate…
Nice writing done on this poem. It really puts you in the mood or even explain how you feel at the moment.
We do the best we can…the effort we put in will impact someone, even if we are not aware of who they are or what we did for them. This is a nice piece of writing. Quite reflective.
“And I suppose that’s all anyone can do. Try.”
When the clock stops ticking, I’ll be at my end. Whether it comes today, tomorrow, or years from now, I’ll know I lived my life as best I could. It may never be enough. Because I know it hasn’t been perfect. But I tried. And I suppose that’s all anyone can do. Try. I’ve loved, and I’ve managed to overcome so much of the darkness in my past. Flaws and all, I’ve tried. And I’ll keep trying, even though the voice in the back of my head will continue telling me it’s not enough.
© Sarah Doughty
Like a mythical silver shadow,
she looks on, she is beautiful.
Her long straight hair, her infectious smile,
her cute lips, morning dew breath and stream lined figure.
My youth has not always been kind to me.
I run, I jump and skip, but I am me,
I feel alone, afraid and in need.
If only life was just, my existence would not have been plagued with so much pain, with so much hurt.
The fiery skies of shadows and torment, with parch earth, opens its mouth and releases confusion.
Youth, they cry aloud.
We cannot understand, where are you.
The final state of man.
When old in pain and winter threat.
The age is scared, some time upset.
Body drained and burdened, the weary soul of age.